"aggressor" poems
Land of the free
words fed intravenuously
like opiates into opened veins
until the lies they tell us become truth
Propaganda filled drips
drown out the screams of the innocent
killed by fear and misdirected hatred
and soldiers fighting "wars" on terror
How then does the aggressor become hero?
while handing out oppression labelled as democracy
liberty comes encased in the shell of a bullet
and if you resist.........freedom
comes quicker than you wish*
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
For love to flourish
Some ideas on life we need to punish
And for unity to feel unified
Some old philosophies should be denied
A universal charter of peace
One that imprisons any aggressor with no signs of an early release
Third world or new world, rich and poor
Eternally searching for so much more
At breaking point and primed for implosion
Standing at the towns gates and cheering totalitarianism on its arduous march into expulsion
As masses we move in uncertain terms
Living to absorb , to almost defend the disease, the genetic germs
The crowd ask questions, seek answers of clarity
Settling no more for the disgust of others impunity
Maybe the balance will tilt
And the toxic flowers of the current state of affairs begin to wilt
Global humanity free to exist and have an honest future of preservation
Not just confined to a future in some wildlife conservation
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
You are being very rude
You are casting stones at me
Have I deserved it?
I am not
What have I done?
Nothing and Everything
Shall I give you some coffee?
Some cigarettes?
When, warmed by shot of *****
you had yelled at this Romanian girl,
you did wrong to her.
I secured myself an empty bench
to see how you and she were arguing.
I was about to leave.
Then you spotted me and started beating me with your words,
Don't be such an aggressor,
you!
Do not be rude, crude.
Your presence here is a necessary evil,
your voice is a thunder.
Your fists are the heads of Gorgon.
You made our night miserable
You hasn't owned up. You said you were mean and the period.
I tried to be a devil's advocate for a moment
trying to understand you but I wasn't successful.
I came away from work feeling like my existence was a failure.
My expectations of the world
were pack of lies.
I wasn't even boiling mad,
I was frustrated,
You killed our night,
You destroyed our spirit,
You were pink of the imperfection,
you were a pig.
COWORKER
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
We were equally matched
Until a plan was hatched
You became the subtle aggressor
By making appearances lesser
Using your passion aggression
To steer a passive direction
You perform a vanishing act
By canvassing flak
Balancing black
Against a sky so blue
Teaching me that which is true
Is different from what I knew
So my anxiety naturally grew
You launch a resistance
By remaining silent
On this plane of existence
Where you're the pilot
Not taking the right angle
Into the Bermuda Triangle
That is your social sphere
Where you disappear
From committal fear
Of love being near
So I throw a search party
But your presence is tardy
Because you're departing
On the journey you're starting
Without me
Slouching
From my submission
To your anti-admission
Splitting our position
Like nuclear fission
The air has become radioactive
Through light that is refractive
Through ways which are retractive
Living this ugly way to live
Sharpening my shiv
To escape this cell of decay
Where flowers bloom and fray
But can't see the light of day
Not one ray
Stuck in the marked moor
Of this dark war
I use parkour
To avoid aggressor attacks
Never cutting me any slack
Bringing pain back
Until I crack
Lost in your blank expression
I make a grave concession
Enslaved to your impression
Yet afraid of your aggression
Caught between
Taking heed
And fulfilling needs
Born from greed
I'll only impede
You scream aggressively
Like you're ********** me
Just by addressing me
After making a mess of me
With deafening quiet
You attack with a diet
Of a steady riot
And I won't buy it
You left when you were here
But stayed once you weren't near
You switched to a guillotine gear
Based on how you wanted to appear
Striking me from the equation
By utilizing deflation
For a sinister elation
You removed our relation
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
Aggression with intense force
Anger with expel
Voice elevation in optic swell
But the true aggressor who is the one that establishes tell
The idea is to control emotions in what makes you upset
Take a deep breath is a start in being your bet
Then count from 5 backwards
Never let anymore attempt to bring up your anger
Watch the words in hostility before it becomes an erosion notion
Now you see how the tongue become the poison portion connection
Anger at whom
Anger at the world
The idea of anger management to make you swirl
Anger Management is a theory to control
You will discover your own behold
It is time to calm your anger down
Bring your voice level down to a minimum of sound
Otherwise you will eat your heart out
Later you won’t be able too shout
Anger Management being a look in identity
An effort being that you personally must try
Stress should not lead to tears of cry
Your question of Anger Management should be labeled in your mind in why be angry in the first place
This is what you need to erase
Stress you must let go and just go with the flow.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
I had some bad news to deliver,
So I took her to my spot
The bench under the tree,
With all its gnarled knots
The bench right by the creek,
Right where the turtles like to play
A sacred spot of rest,
And shade on sunny days
I sat her down beside me,
And prepared her for the worst
Something so horrible,
It had taken eight weeks to rehearse
I really wish he'd told her,
Like he said he would
Should have known an aggressor's word
Is rarely ever good
I told her all there was to tell,
I answered every question
And then I found myself alone,
Silence in all directions
She walked so far away,
That I couldn't hear her voice
My story then repeated,
To the person of her choice
I waited on the bench,
And then waited some more
I made a small bouquet,
From flowers on the shore
I tied it up with grass,
And set it to the side
Such a mindless act of beauty,
I'm shocked I didn't cry
Not a sound escaped my lips,
Even after she returned
From the feeling in the air I knew,
The meeting was adjourned
Less than one day later,
She sat me down backstage
Though her conclusions were ill-founded,
Her words stung all the same
Eight weeks of work and "it's not your fault"
She did her best to make undone
Not only did I encourage him,
But I broke the essence of our bond
My dishonesty, my silence,
Can never be forgiven
My every flaw as a friend,
Unasked for, yet still given
Her final words were pure spite
If I'd only told her that same night
But how could I have told her,
What I didn't understand?
In an effort to escape the room,
I may have kissed her man
Four months to process,
Four hours locked away
But I never knew peace,
until I made that bouquet.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 8:57 AM UTC
If I could do anything
Anything at all for you
I would save you
I would save you from
The torment that you feel
The constant feeling of failure
The way that you hate yourself
The way that you hate other people
The sad poems that tear me to shreds each and every time I read them
I would wipe that pain away
Wipe all the sadness and replaced it with joy
Take all that pain and turn it into love
Make you feel safe again
Make you feel whole not just a shadow of what you once were
But I can't
I am the aggressor
I make you feel the pain
I take you and break you down
I take your heart and **** it right in front of you
I make you feel cold, unprotected
I warp your world
I warp your self-perception
If I saw a shooting star
Or if God asked me what I could wish
I would wish that I could save you
But that sort of thing isn't realistic
I can't save you
But someone else will
I just hope it won't be too late
And that it's the right One
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Five for fighting
hands to the face
personal foul
player disgrace
Illegal contact
leap in the fray
willful head shot
leg astray
Encroachment defense
mouth guard out
roughing the passer
back field bout
Grounding the pigskin
mis-aligned
horse collar tackle
clip from behind
Knee on knee
offside end
unnecessary roughness
too many men
Gross misconduct
poke in the eye
hooking the shooter
sticks up high
Match ejection
over the top
face off folly
penalty shot
Unsportsmanlike conduct
chopping the block
slew foot infraction
hammer lock
Stick to the head
kick in the crotch
**** end jab
adhering the watch
Slashing the d-man
spearing the wing
running the keeper
back checking
Intentional grounding
stoppage in play
punching and hacking
delay of the game
Striking the ref
aggressor in fight
obstructing the line out
ear in a bite
Loss of downs
hands in the ruck
pinching and boarding
illegal upchuck
Rules of the battle
by the bye
pushing the limits
with a wink of an eye
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
.
*So the smoke coils
surrounding a stray thought
clinging to the vine
as it weaves threads
into a tapestry
of fermented grape wrath.
His pen crawls
across the pages of life
and ignores the punctuation,
a plague infected word flow,
his stream of catharsis.
But the babble
intrudes and sounds irk,
sending resentment forward
like an advance guard
to meet the violence
and deflect the onslaught.
And the wave dies
as the aggressor retreats
before motley defence.
But the mood
has been tainted, spoiled,
despite a flirtatious distraction.
And the flame flickers
as the smoke coils,
and tired eyes avert their gaze
from the perceived ***** page,
the excrement of misery
smeared to make nostrils flare,
and the entry is left
incomplete …*
© Pagan Paul (06/05/19)
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:00 AM UTC
*Your mind, I can read through the mirror of dark eyes,
no iris reading technology this, an ancient practice of lovers
disagreement creeps in to your naughty mind
don't I read it's alphabets and words?
you still smile and act amiable,
just to mislead me and hide your war tactics.
this little game of ours has a subtext of lust,
in bed we translate it to a physical duel
half moons of my nails etch blood mark all over your back
your sharp teeth, give quick bites, lips nibble my earlobes,
love play quickly become a rough and tumble game
when you are the naked aggressor sitting above, I the victim,
moving up and down, we inch forward to culminate in sweet thunder,
you have your sweet revenge, my lover, like in times before,
dissolving your disagreements, in my willing surrender
to your charm, warm naked body's entrapment, every time my dream*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
"i am very particular about who i expose myself to,"
we say to 3 million strangers every day
i shut off everything and everyone
just to listen for a while
then i start talking and do not stop ever
imagine yourself vividly
darkness goes like this
tell me one war since wwii that the united states has "won"
tell me one war where we have not been the aggressor
he told me that
burning down the house was the only logical thing to do next
unknowing how much of a literal person i am
start the car and leave this nowhere behind
things i used to admire from afar seem so much closer now
oh dear
i think i've lost myself
could you call it
(i left it on silent)
i don't have any data to back up my opinions
i think gravity and love are that of the same force
i don't like associating with people who complain about the length of songs
i wish i was strong enough to lift both of our souls simultaneously
you are constantly defining beauty with the way
you bite your lip and flutter your eyelashes and grasp your left arm and stare at the ground
while speaking to me
you are drunk and you are sad and i am broken and lets kiss
wow here we are
kissing
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
The rose wept
bitter tears
when the thorn
pricked hard
the eager fingers
that plucked her
from the bush,
She imagined it was
her lover's.
Most upset
she kissed
oozing
drops
of blood
dry,
and wept,
not realizing
the thorn's anger
was directed
to the irresponsible
aggressor, who has
only selfish motives.
The thorn meant to protect her,
while trying in vein to hold back his
tears that, for others looked like
dew
drops
gleaming
in pain.
Once snatched from the lap of the bush
she hardly would last a day or two,
then would be left to rot
turn to dust
and vanish
in a rowdy wind.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Oh, how we were cast these roles.
Me,
the defender.
You.
the aggressor.
Yet we do nothing.
Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.
The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.
Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.
Together,
we created steam.
An escape for you.
Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Let’s all just take a minute
To shut the hell up
And talk about our feelings
Come on you know you wanna
Let’s talk about them one by one
Let’s talk about them you know it'll be fun
*Feel the warmth on your face,
Discover your breathing space.
Lose yourself and escape,
For you are unique in the first place.
Welcome happiness's embrace*
Let’s talk about happiness
You might think it’s the best
But it’s just a pest
Because more or less
It just makes me feel stressed
*Everything blurs together,
All in your displeasure.
Alone, you're angered in life's adventure.
Take a breath if the balmy zephyr.
One step at a time, tackle your aggressor*
Let’s talk about feeling angry
When it’s here everything just seems to annoy me
I just want people to go away because there’s no one I want to see
This feeling doesn’t do things peacefully
This feeling it doesn’t need to be free
So let’s lock it up and throw away the key
*Down we go,
Into sadness's plateau.
Tears are welcome to get you through the long tow.
Hide yourself from the status quo.
Someday I know you will tread in life's game show.*
Let’s talk about feeling sad
You might not think it’s rad
But sometimes the feeling isn’t half bad
It sure beats feeling mad
But with sadness there isn’t much fun to be had
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
That Pillow...if it could speak,
would have all too much to say.
It would drown your very ears
with stories of fears.
It would count, for you, the lost numbers
of tears that have been shed,
but never wiped away,
just dried up slowly, instead.
That Pillow...if it could speak,
what would it say?
How many dreams and secrets
would it betray?
Ahh, but that tender Pillow of mine,
it would never cross that line,
For it is always there...eager to bend...
for me,
and always to lend...
itself, as my friend, you see.
That Pillow...it serves me quite well,
and though there is always much to tell...
I know it will never sell...
me...out like that.
Discarding judgement, it takes it all in...
both virtue and sin.
Soft confidante as well as confessor,
putting up with the aggressor.
Never questioning a word or thought,
or the torment of inquiries sought.
Oh...that sweet Pillow; it knows me too well,
And a true friend indeed;
veiling inner stirrings and secret stories...
and it shall never tell.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
I feel the cold
The cold of the edge touch
The heat of my essence
pain is my aggressor
you ghost are my sorrow
hot pours down my face
and a change in my chest burns
wilting and withering
Without my ghost
With out my future
I have no sanctity or salvation
dragging it slowly
offers the most retribution
repenting to the gods
for the dancing dragons on the walls
the dragons see it all
but their smoke will never tell
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
My blood can be given
My bloods treasure hidden
My blood is neo complex
My bloods sacred harness
My blood has been hurt
My blood still flows slow
My bloods gold that grows
My blood can save lives
My blood can give A B & O
My blood pressure rises
My blood boils for you
My blood craves your soul
My blood signals the heart
My blood feels whats real
My blood begs you
To stop the precious
Blood you spill
One day might ****
Please baby take a pill
Or just sit back & chill
Read a book, learn
I don't want you to burn
It's the wrong turn
Instead be safe stay warm
Don't do yourself harm
Please don't hurt
Your precious arm
I will hold tight in the night
Watching the moon light
Everything will feel right
Trust me honey,
My precious bunny,
Happy for nothing,
Smile like something funny
When we're just
Tag team partners
Love can't be explained
Two hearts felt the same
Chattered doesn't matter
Came together last forever
Likely dying not never ever
Surviving every weather
Angels spiritual feathers
Me you a dream come true
Far from perfect
Imperfect creation abound
Put in a world devastation
Keep focus concentration
Sorry for my mistakes
My relationship I'd partake
A lesson eyes wide awake
Opened new life's token
Truth revealed & spoken
Nevertheless,
You're still the best
Bypass all the rest
Spiritually excelled the test
Placed divines hidden spell
Upon me, my eyes my cry
You touched my heart
A master of love & art
My professor, my teacher
My intellectual preacher
Bright mind, form 2 bind
As one, hug for fun
I bug you
bcuz I love you
I pick on you
bcuz I'm stuck on you
I follow you
bcuz I wanna shower you
I think of you
Bcuz I sink underwater
I want you
Bcuz my eye's only see you
Thank you, for
Placing this love,
For being my first
My teacher, my preacher
My professor
And not my aggressor
Nor oppressor ;D
So please babe stop cutting your wrists & legs you hurt, I hurt, you cry I cry, you're in pain I'm insane, what you feel I can feel, stop the blood spill, do it for me if you truly love mi vida...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
There has always been my family...
And My Family.
Day 1
I was born.
This girl was born to her parents not knowing anything. Living her life through school and music with her sisters and little brother, this is her life.
This is her family.
This is my family.
9th Grade
I meet a girl, and she is the definition of deafening headphone music and larger than life punk rock music. These types of instantaneous connections are too strong to ignore.
I knew right away, we would be friends.
She introduces me to her friends and I find myself in a group hug of my new friends, people who decided to accept me.
This is her family.
This is my family.
10th Grade
The same girl is my closest friend. But I am not her closest friend. I feel her pull away to be somebody else, and that is okay. I will often run to her crying and sad and she will do her best to pick me up. And she does.
The friend group we have is more like home than the house I sleep in. I forget about my parents and find comfort in the arms of my friends.
I feel conflicted about which family means more to me.
I tell her, "I know blood is thicker than water."
She tells me, "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."
...I have never heard that before.
Is this her way of saying that we are more family than anything?
Maybe we are.
Or maybe we were.
We walk together knowing that we are never giving up on each other.
This is her family.
This is my family.
11th Grade
I meet another girl. A friend of a friend. Jealousy builds. Attention is a fight nobody wants to lose, I have become the 3rd party nobody asked for.
Families are supposed to fight. But now my family is not one that will fight for our happiness back.
But I want to.
I always have.
But I cannot fix this because I am not the only person involved.
Why are we fighting?!
Day X
I wish I could take back my mistakes.
One friend describes her life connected to 4 people... one of which is no longer talking to her.
And that one friend is also part of my family. And if losing 1 of 4 people you love is a tragedy, than for me...
It is losing 1 out of the 2 people I have left.
The two people I care for most will not talk to each other. And I am the biggest mediator the world never needed. But I cannot let go of either of the two people I love and care about.
I initiated the disaster. I started the dominoes. And I will pay for it.
I have to.
Nobody expected this catastrophe to affect me, or her, or the boyfriend, or the girlfriend, or the best friend, or the lost friend...
The victim
The aggressor
The manipulator
The cryer
The coward
Me
I cannot fix this with my own two hands.
I look at the two people I care for most.
They will not talk to each other.
And to a point, it is my fault.
I look at them.
We all had to suffer and bleed for this covenant of friendship and family.
This is their family.
This is my family.
This was my family.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
Hold it in
cut clean the vitals
How I see a simple procedure going wrong is the anxiety of the believer. The Optimist that fears the pessimistic balance. True lovers of the art.
Exhale
sedation equals Meditation
Minds wander when watching the reflection of ever moving sound and light through the world of water.
Sip the air in
Release the third eyes tears
A figure of speech. Or a meaning that only the experienced can speak for? But nothing is trivial in the pursuit and may it suit you so.
DOnot BlinK
Digging holes to sleep in
There is a goal of destruction. Caused either by thy self or the weight out on thy self by others. However this weight becomes lighter as I become stronger in bearing it. Should it ever be cast off I fear I would not exist.
Let the music in
Silhouettes are my truth
But now the doubt has been raised... The Cave men will now question their Gods. The banished becomes a Martyr of everyones self doubt.
Meet the eyes of your maker
Blind, Deft, Paralyzed
You can find them. I have them. Everyone and almost everything does. look deep, drink the knowledge and use it to cure. Become the knife to the weave of time and free our paths.
Become a monster
when getting hijacked in your car, drive into a large object fast, all the while stare at aggressor silently
A Monster is a matter of opinion. But I digress that it should be questioned whether or not humans can be monsters and no longer humans. To add someone who becomes a monster may never have the chance to become human. The odds are stacked against humans.
laugh in our beds for our sins
Hard Rock Balled
I don't mind good and evil. I don't much care for what they are. Experiencing them I care about.
Time fractals across the Insomniac Ramblers body
Criticize, Critique, Commit
Dream for others. Imagine the unknown. Believe in oneself.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
I stare at the yellow, orange, red
leaves
floating across the top of the water
With my net - I chase them.
Those who escape my path
are sent
downing in the suctioned whirlpool.
It's ******* cold,
all I can think about -
That fabricated adage, "Fool me once - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me."
A genius of a liar,
a salesman at heart.
Intended to be used by the aggressed to remedy the pain,
surreptitiously crafted by the aggressor to ease their own.
Yes, lets!
Blame the beauty of an innocence so sweet they can actually forgive,
and try again.
Hopefully you believe that you're the fool, so that I can **** you over one last time.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Time alone is the ultimate conqueror.
It wears down great men and empires alike.
So too it withers the wildflower;
all break before Aggressor-Time.
The hot sun burns into my turned back.
I thought I'd taste the asphalt for a while.
A begging thumb moves faster than a running fool,
but the sun has baked the asphalt to my feet.
Every northern town worn down by Aggressor-Time
awaits the final blown of urban renewal;
and pop-art will decorate the city streets,
where Aggressor-Time has chosen to leave a slum.
Still, the taste of asphalt and the smell of gasoline
carry me beyond these thoughts
and I run from Time, that sadist,
a shimmering mirage just down the highway.
Resting at night, there's always a bar
and a girl upon a stool, who'll listen for a drink.
Kiss her, love her, then run with the dawning sun.
Beware! For Time creeps up on you at night.
Broad expanses are diminished by the asphalt,
so too your memories lurking in the forests.
But that which you left behind awaits you,
Time, like the rings of Saturn, has no end.
Savor your victory Aggressor-Time!
Your pestle has ground down mind and body,
only calcified bone left in the mortar,
that futilely defied your crushing weight.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Oh ye majestic paragon of solitude.
Towering, glowering o’er un-named vales
Your heart of stone unmoved through ages
Your craggy features carved by gales
Soaring through clouds you ****** at the sky
Omnipotent master of all you survey
Your brooding visage sends a message
A warning at large to keep away
Yet there at your foothills, a challenge was forming
A small and puny little crew
How could such a small aggressor
Aspire to e’er stand over you
But on they pressed, and ever upward
Day after restless day they toiled
Till you shrugged them off with a mighty avalanche’
Your pristine flanks once more unspoiled
Though they be gone still more follow
Your ****** summit lures their souls
You scornfully dismiss their valiant efforts
Their bodies strewn and crushed like dolls
Alas, some day you will succumb
Mankind will trample your ****** peak
Your mystery a distant memory
As chairlifts carry the soft and the weak
But you will be harsh on the vain and unwary
Who will sometimes treat you with scorn and disdain
The grim reaper will visit on a regular basis
As you continue to give lessons in pain
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 6:37 AM UTC
Not in Summer's heat
Or Winter's rain
Nor Fall's vision bleak
In Spring's main focus; reform
I shall never forgive you
Your memory will be forgotten
Man of my dreams
Father of my screams
Brother to my fears
Lover extraordinaire; aggressor
I WILL never forgive you
Your memory WILL be forgotten.
Dominant of my body
Owner of my pain
Player of mind games
Breaker of my heart; shattered
I WILL NEVER forgive you
Your memory will BE forgotten
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC